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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Odin leapt from Hermione’s arms onto Draco’s chest and speedily clawed his way up to his shoulder to perch precariously upon it.
“Miss me?” Draco laughed at the cat purring loudly into his ear. He looked at Hermione who was still staring at him with wide eyes. “Well…?”
“What…what about your dinner with your mum?” she asked him, her face a mixture of tentative glee and puzzlement. Odin hissed when Draco shrugged in response.
“I have dinner with her all the time. And she is always telling me that I need to get out more.”
“But I-” Hermione started to protest.
“Do you want me to go out with you or not?” Draco interrupted.
“Well, of course. I…I just…” she stammered.
“Well, if you’d rather not,” Draco shrugged and made like he was about to turn back to the Floo.
“No!” Hermione blurted out, grabbing his upper arm. “I want to go out with you…”
Draco cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her. “So then, where are you taking me?”
Hermione released his arm and took a step back. “I hadn’t really planned anything to be honest,” she admitted, biting her lip.
“Take me to your favorite Muggle restaurant,” Draco suggested, raising a hand to pet Odin. Hermione nodded at the idea.
“Okay,” she said, reaching up to extract her cat from Draco’s shoulder. Odin growled at the action and leapt away from them to bolt down the hall. Hermione shook her head after him and then looked back up at an expectant looking Draco.
“What should I change into?” he asked. Hermione shrugged.
“What you were wearing earlier will be fine.”
Draco furrowed his brow slightly. “A t-shirt and jeans for dinner?”
Hermione simply grinned at him. “Get changed and I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
She turned then to hurry down the hall and up the stairs. Draco watched her go and then went to the table where his Muggle clothing was still sitting from earlier. He quickly changed and then went down the hall to the bathroom. He flicked on the light and stepped up to the sink to eye himself in the mirror.
He smirked at himself and then tousled his hair with his hands. He checked his teeth and smoothed his shirt before giving himself an approving nod. Just as he went to turn of the light he glanced down at the black stain on his left arm and paused. He frowned down at it and then back up at his reflection.
“Hermione!?” he yelled out. He heard her muffled, distant, ‘Yes?’ and finally exited the bathroom. “Can you bring me one of my jackets when you come back down!?” he called up the stairs.
“Sure!” came her reply, and Draco put his hands in his pockets and strolled over to her wall of frames as he waited. His eyes scanned the mixture of stationary and moving photographs until he spotted a newly familiar face.
Draco squinted his eyes at Mark’s face and then let them travel over to the other smiling adults flanking Hermione in the still photo. He hummed at the image of what was obviously her parents and then moved on to spot a still portrait of a middle-aged woman wearing what appeared to be wizard-style robes and a silver rune pendant. He leaned forward to eye the picture more closely just as Hermione came up beside him and pressed a jacket into his side. Draco took the jacket without looking away from the frame.
“Hermione….who is this?” he asked. Hermione glanced up at the picture and smiled.
“That’s Grandmother Granger. My dad’s mum.”
Draco pointed at the pendant around the woman’s neck. “She’s a witch,” he said in disbelief.
“Don’t get excited,” Hermione replied, tilting her face up to the picture. “My father was adopted. I assure you, I’m still very much Muggle-born.”
“Still…” Draco said thoughtfully at the portrait. Hermione shook her head.
“She passed before I was born. Dad said she was lovely, though,” she said, her face suddenly pensive.
“Did your father know what she was?”
Hermione shook her head again. “She never outright told him, but when it became apparent that I was a witch things clicked into place for Dad. He gave me this picture and when I was old enough I was able to research her.”
“And?” Draco asked eagerly, still staring at the woman’s face.
“She was a half-blood,” Hermione shrugged, “She never married. Didn’t have any other children. I couldn’t find any record of her at Hogwarts so she must’ve been home schooled. I don’t know much else.” She looked back at the photo and sighed. “I would’ve loved to have met her. To have grown-up with someone that actually understood me would’ve been…” she trailed off a bit uncomfortably.
Draco finally looked over at her and his eyes widened slightly. “Wow,” he said, breaking the serious tone of their conversation. She looked up at him.
“Wow what?” she asked with a puzzled face.
“You,” he answered, looking her up and down.
“Yes, it’s me,” she said, straightening her blouse self-consciously. Draco laughed as he pulled on his jacket.
“You look hot, Mia. How many birthday gifts are you planning to give today?” he asked with a playful leer.
“Oh, please,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “All I did was clip up my hair and put on some mascara. I didn’t exactly go all out.”
“Didn’t need to,” Draco grinned, offering out his arm for Hermione to take. She looked at it hesitantly and then slipped her arm into his and let him walk her to the front door. He started to go to her car once they were outside and Hermione tugged at him.
“Petrol’s expensive. We’ll be walking,” she said, pulling him toward the pavement. “The pub’s just a few blocks from here.”
“Pub?” Draco asked. Hermione nodded.
“It’s a small place, but it has a wonderful atmosphere and friendly people. And the food’s rather excellent.”
Draco hummed and then listened as Hermione proceeded to talk about the various Muggle things around them as they walked.
“That’s a rented trash bin. Oh and that’s where we put outgoing mail. And that’s an electrical transformer. And-”
“What’s that?” Draco asked, pointing to a small yellow square with a black ‘H’.
“That marks a fire hydrant,” she answered, pausing to point to the ground beside it, “the fire brigade lifts the plate there to access the pipes if they need water to fight a fire in this area.”
“So that’s how they do it,” Draco said thoughtfully. Hermione smiled at him and tugged at his arm again.
“Come on,” she said, pointing just down the street, “we’re nearly there.”
Draco resumed his steps beside her and two minutes later found himself being led up and into the quaint pub.
“Hermione!” a stout, bald man with a bushy moustache called out happily when he saw her and Draco come in. “Hey, Maggie, look who it is!”
A plump woman with frizzy, red hair looked up from the table she was wiping down to smile widely at Hermione. She hurried over and embraced her in a warm hug.
“Hermione,” the woman said in a thick Irish brogue, stepping back to give her a sad frown, “we’d thought you’d forgotten us.”
“Never,” Hermione shook her head. “You know I just like to avoid the crowds.”
“Well, futbol season’s over so you’ve got it good and quiet now,” Maggie said, her hands on her hips. She spotted Draco to Hermione’s side and smirked. “And who’s this handsome lad?”
“Oh, this is Draco,” Hermione said, placing a hand to Draco’s shoulder. Maggie looked him over and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Nice belt,” she said after a moment.
“Uh…thanks,” Draco smirked back. Maggie looked him up and down again and then leaned toward Hermione.
“It’s about time you got yourself a decent man,” she said with another quick glance back at Draco. She leaned even closer to Hermione and whispered, “Take the booth in the back.” She winked and then stepped back. “Two pints of the usual then?” she asked loudly.
“And a menu, please,” Hermione nodded. Maggie scrutinized Draco one last time before walking away. Hermione took Draco’s hand and led him to a secluded corner booth at the back of the pub.
“Do you know everyone?” Draco asked when they’d sat. Hermione laughed.
“Hardly.”
Maggie came back then and set down two pint glasses and a menu on the table. “Holler when you’re ready to order,” she said with another wink. Hermione thanked her and the woman left again, waving her rag in the air.
“What’s this?” Draco asked, picking up one of the glasses and eyeing the dark amber liquid within it.
“Beer,” Hermione answered, picking up her own glass and taking a sip. She sighed appreciatively as she swallowed and set the glass back down. “Try it,” she said, nodding to the drink in Draco’s hand. He sniffed it.
“Is it like butterbeer?” he asked, scrunching his nose slightly.
“Not at all,” Hermione smiled. Draco gave her an anxious look, but took a sip. He swished it around his mouth and then smacked his lips after he swallowed.
“Well, that’s different,” he said, peering quizzically down into the glass.
“Different good or different bad?” Hermione asked as she opened the menu. Draco took another drink.
“Good. Actually…” he took another large swig and Hermione chuckled.
“Easy,” she said, kicking him under the table. “It’s alcoholic.”
Draco set down the glass and smiled at it. “Muggles know how to drink.”
Hermione bit her lip as she watched him across the table and he glanced up at her. “What?” he asked.
“You’ve…you’ve got a bit of…” she touched a finger to the top of her lip to demonstrate that he had a small amount of foam from the beer’s head on his upper lip. Draco looked down in an attempt to see his own top lip and then looked back up at Hermione.
“I don’t see anything.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and reached forward to swipe her thumb over his lip. He grabbed her hand just as she went to pull it away and kissed her knuckles. Her breath caught and her eyes locked to his.
“Thank you,” he said, releasing her hand. They stared at each other as Hermione slowly pulled back her hand and gave a slight nod.
“So…so what do you want to eat?” she finally asked quietly, turning the menu so Draco could see it. He shrugged without looking at it.
“Order me whatever you’re having. I trust you.”
Hermione blinked at him for a moment and then with a shy smile called for Maggie.
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“Favorite class?” Hermione asked, picking at the last bits of her food on her plate.
Draco swallowed the last of his beer and licked at his lip. “Uh…Potions, I think. You?”
“Arithmancy,” she answered easily.
“You would like that boring shite,” Draco teased, leaning back after pushing his empty plate away from him.
Hermione pouted. “It wasn’t boring. It was very detailed magical calculation.”
“Yeah…boring,” Draco emphasized and then chuckled when Hermione kicked at him under the table.
“You youngin’s done?” Maggie asked, stepping up to the table and slinging her rag over her shoulder. Hermione glanced questioningly at Draco who nodded that he was indeed done.
“Yes, Maggie. I think we’ll take the bill,” Hermione said, looking up at the woman. Maggie pulled the already printed bill slip from her apron pocket and handed it to Hermione. She looked it over quickly and then opened her bag.
“I’ve got it,” Draco said, moving to pull his credit card from his back pocket, but Hermione scowled at him.
“Absolutely not,” she said sternly, handing over the pound notes she’d already fished out of her bag to Maggie. “It’s your birthday and I’m treating.”
Draco went to argue and Maggie leaned over to him. “I wouldn’t bother fighting her, lad, if you know what’s good for ya.” She stepped back and looked to Hermione. “You’ll bring this one back soon, yeah?”
“Oh, we’ll be back,” Draco said, running a finger around the rim of his glass and then licking the beer residue from it. Maggie shook her head at him and then with a last goodbye to Hermione, walked away.
“So where to now?” Draco asked as he stood to follow Hermione to the exit. She paused at the door to wave goodbye to the barman and then shrugged.
“It’s a nice night. There’s a really lovely park near here with a walking path that leads back to my street,” she suggested, pushing open the door to step outside. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her chest. “Or maybe not,” she said, frowning at the air.
“You’re cold?” Draco asked, watching her rub her upper arms. She nodded and he took off his jacket. “Here,” he said, draping it over her shoulders. Hermione stared up at him in shock.
“But…but now you’ll be cold,” she said, nodding to his bare arms. He shrugged.
“The cold doesn’t bother me.”
Hermione slipped her arms into the long sleeves of the jacket and tugged it around herself. “Thank you,” she said sincerely. Draco nodded and then followed her as she began their walk.
“Did you enjoy your meal?” Hermione asked him after a minute.
“I thought it was my turn to ask a question,” he said, arching an eyebrow. Hermione wrinkled her nose at him and bumped his shoulder. He chuckled and nodded. “Yes,” he replied. “It was very good. I especially enjoyed the beer.”
“I’m glad,” she said. They were silent for a bit until Draco finally asked another question as they turned into the park.
“So, what’s your favorite dessert?”
Hermione thought for a moment. “Lemon cake. You?”
“Chocolate cake,” he grinned.
“Good to know,” Hermione hummed as she led them toward a bridge-covered pond. "What’s your favorite color?" she asked.
Draco looked out at the water as they began walking side by side over the bridge. "Black. Yours?"
"Grey. Dark grey, really. More like gunmetal I suppose," she answered.
"Gunmetal?" Draco asked puzzled.
Hermione cast her eyes about to try and find something in the dark around them that was the precise color she was trying to describe. "I'll have to show you later," she shrugged, running her hand over the bridge railing.
"I'm surprised it's not red," Draco commented, shoving his hands into his jeans’ pockets.
"And I'm surprised yours isn't green," she sassed back at him, "Now it's your turn."
Draco hummed in thought. "Okay...what's your favorite animal?"
"Otter," Hermione answered at once. Draco made a face.
"That's an odd choice.”
Hermione frowned. "It's not odd. They're adorable and intelligent."
He smirked at her. "Like you."
Hermione blushed a little but focused her attention on the bridge’s railing as it passed under her hand as she walked. "And what's yours then?" she asked without looking up. There was a brief silence until Draco answered.
"Octopus," he said quietly. Hermione looked over at him.
"And you thought my choice was odd?" she teased with a smile that faded when she saw he was serious. She eyed him curiously for a moment. "Why an octopus?" she asked.
Draco gave a half shrug as he stared up at the starless sky. "They're fascinating. They're the most intelligent invertebrate. Did you know that? They can use tools and problem solve and remember faces. Plus they're surprisingly strong. They look weak, but they're not. And their camouflage is unsurpassed. They can blend in to any surrounding, change their color and even their shape and texture... can make themselves into whatever it takes to go unnoticed...to survive."
Hermione stopped walking and looked at Draco thoughtfully. "Have you ever cast a Patronus?"
Draco halted his steps beside her and cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I thought we were asking questions to learn more about each other?” Hermione said tilting her head. “Was it not my turn?”
Draco narrowed his eyes at her slightly. “Yeah, it’s your turn. I just don’t see how you went from favorite animals to that.”
“A corporeal Patronus takes the shape of an animal,” Hermione replied with a puzzled look. “Did you not know that?”
“Of course I knew that,” he snapped defensively.
“Well, then… have you cast one?” she asked again. Draco slumped a little.
“No,” he admitted reluctantly. “I suppose you have?”
Hermione nodded. “My Patronus is an otter.”
“And you think mine would be an octopus, then?” he asked.
“There’s no way of knowing until you actually do it,” she said, pulling her wand and nodding at Draco to pull his. “Try it.”
He quickly looked about at the dark around them and then bent down and lifted the leg of his jeans to retrieve his wand from his ankle holster. “I…I don’t know how,” he confessed.
Hermione smiled at him and held her wand out. “You think of the happiest memory you have and then focus your mind on it as you flick your wand like this and say ‘Expecto Patronum.’” She demonstrated the correct wand movement and Draco eyed it carefully.
“You’re supposed to teach me how to do Muggle things,” he said, flicking his wand to practice the movement. Hermione shrugged.
“Well, it’s sort of a special occasion, isn’t it? Besides, after your joy ride today, you should have an abundance of happy energy to make it easier to cast. The first one can be tricky,” she said and then whispered the spell. Her otter slipped easily from the tip of her wand and swam down and around them, rolling and splashing ethereal waves about Draco’s feet. He laughed at it and when it disappeared he looked back up at Hermione.
“Didn’t look so tricky,” he smiled. Hermione nodded to the wand in his hand.
“Give it a go.”
Draco looked back to focus his attention on his wand. He furrowed his brow deeply and flicked it as Hermione had instructed.
“Expecto Patronum!”
A mass of silvery, blue mist exploded out from his wand. It held for a few seconds and then faded. Draco sighed as he lowered his hand.
“It didn’t work,” he pouted, but Hermione shoved at his shoulder.
“No, that was really good!” she praised. “For a first attempt, that was actually quite amazing.”
Draco turned to her as she continued to look at the air where his shapeless Patronus had just been with an impressed smile. He studied her face in the dim light of the bridge for a moment and then reached up to tuck one of her curls behind her ear.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. Hermione tensed at the gentle touch of his hand against her head and slowly raised her eyes to his. He gazed at her tenderly for a moment and then his eyes travelled lower to rest on her mouth.
“Draco…?” Hermione whispered back, her throat pulsing as she swallowed hard when Draco slid his palm flat against her cheek and lowered his face.
“Amazing,” he simply repeated and then closed the distance between them to press his lips softly to hers. Hermione stiffened, her eyes wide in surprise as Draco closed his and raised his other hand, still grasping his wand, and placed it on the other side of her face.
Hermione quickly relaxed at the tenderness of his motions and leaned into him with her hands on his chest. She closed her eyes and made a small whimper as Draco lightly traced his tongue across her bottom lip. The sound spurred him on and he moved his hands down her back to pull her even closer. The kiss deepened and Hermione tiptoed up to make a better angle as she slid her left hand up to thread her fingers through his silky hair.
Their heads tilted this way and that as they let their tongues explore and after a minute of snogging, Draco abruptly pushed away from her to take a step back. Panting, Hermione clasped a hand to her middle at the sudden abandonment. Her face pulled into a pained grimace that quickly disappeared as Draco pointed his wand to the sky.
“Expecto Patronum!!” His voice echoed across the water below them as Hermione looked up to see a giant octopus - so bright that it made her squint her eyes- dart from the tip of his wand.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, watching the creature coil and expand its massive tentacles across the black, night sky.
“I did it,” Draco breathed, his chest heaving slightly as he gaped at his Patronus floating above them. His mouth pulled into a wide smile. “I did it,” he repeated, shifting his eyes to Hermione. They roamed over her face –illuminated in the white-blue light of the octopus that was now lazily crawling its way around them.
“Beautiful,” Hermione sighed as one of the tentacles reached out and passed over her outstretched hand.
“Very,” Draco said, his gaze still on her face. Hermione turned to him.
“How…how did you-”
“I just needed a happier memory, I guess,” he said with a tiny smirk. He bent down and stowed his wand back into its holster. He straightened back up and they stared at each other as the Patronus faded.
“So, what now?” Hermione finally asked softly.
“I was thinking maybe a movie back at your place,” Draco answered. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but then made a face like she reconsidered and closed it again.
“Did…did you have anything particular in mind?” she said instead, shyly slipping her arm through the one Draco offered out to her.
Draco nodded as they began to walk again. “Something boring.”
“Boring?” Hermione inquired curiously, glancing up at him.
“Yes,” he confirmed with a sly grin, “It needs to be something I won’t mind being distracted from.”
Hermione bit her lip and ducked her head at that and Draco laughed.
“Oh, Mia,” he said, patting a hand to hers on his arm, “you are so much fun.”
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A/N: Thank you Nichole-Hermione, cpetnm, Severus1snape, ChaosLady, Missus_G, HG4eva, and Trelweny for the reviews. You thrill me!!
Fun fact for last chapter: traffic speed and distance in the UK is still measured in Miles…not Kilometers. Mostly everything else is measured using metric…but Parliament doesn’t want to spend the time and resources it would take to replace all the street signs and forms if they switched systems. So miles it stays…
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